Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SLIPRAILS AND THE SPUR, by HENRY HERTZBERG LAWSON


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THE SLIPRAILS AND THE SPUR, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The colors of the setting sun
Last Line: Steal home and cry herself to sleep.
Subject(s): Farewell; Love; Spurs; Parting


THE colors of the setting sun
Withdrew across the Western land —
He raised the sliprails, one by one,
And shot them home with trembling hand;
Her brown hands clung — her face grew pale —
Ah! quivering chin and eyes that brim! —
One quick, fierce kiss across the rail,
And, "Good-bye, Mary!" "Good-bye, Jim!"

Oh! he rides hard to race the pain
Who rides from love, who rides from home:
But he rides slowly home again,
Whose heart has learnt to love and roam.

A hand upon the horse's mane,
And one foot in the stirrup set,
And, stooping back to kiss again,
With "Good-bye, Mary! don't you fret!
When I come back" — he laughed for her —
"We do not know how soon't will be;
I'll whistle as I round the spur —
You let the sliprails down for me."

She gasped for sudden loss of hope,
As, with a backward wave to her,
He cantered down the grassy slope
And swiftly round the dark'ning spur.
Black-pencilled panels standing high,
And darkness fading into stars,
And blurring fast against the sky,
A faint white form beside the bars.

And often at the set of sun,
In winter bleak and summer brown,
She'd steal across the little run,
And shyly let the sliprails down,
And listen there when darkness shut
The nearer spur in silence deep;
And when they called her from the hut
Steal home and cry herself to sleep.





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